Yesterday it rained for about two hours, and now it is almost impossible to see the original appearance outside.

The ground was burned to the point that cracks and stretches into the distance in the shape of a net, one charred yellow, one charred black.

You can also see some shallow or deep earth pits smashed by meteorites, some of which are sparkling and making sizzling sounds; Some emit black smoke and dust that obstructs the view.

The sky was gray, and the sunlight couldn't penetrate it.

Occasionally, you will see some tangled lumps of black charred objects, some of which are half-burned corpses that have not had time to be cleaned up, and some of which have been rolled into tents by people who have been burned, plastic or other things, stuck together, half into ashes, half into a mass of things that cannot distinguish between human bodies and objects.

The air was filled with the smell of rotten eggs, dead rats, and burnt hair, mixed with the pungent smell of incomplete burning of plastics, burnt fabrics, rust and paint, and a stream of black dust that rushed into the nasal cavity with the breath.

It makes people feel nauseous and want to vomit, and the throat hurts and retchs.

Song Buning's eyes were red from the smoke, it was difficult to breathe, and he covered his mouth and nose and coughed incessantly.

If it weren't for the fact that you could still see people crouching and weeping beside corpses; Wearing a mask and picking up the wreckage of the survivors, she must have thought that she was on the post-war battlefield during the war or one of the eighteen floors of hell.

Otherwise, there could be such a miserable phenomenon in the world!

Song Buning was glad that he was wearing long sleeves, and tore off a piece of fabric from his sleeve with his teeth, immediately revealing his thin and slender arms. Wet the small piece of cloth with the ability and cover Xiao An'an's mouth and nose.

Both the uncle and the day walked silently on this ruined land, and none of the four spoke.

An old man wept and clutched a charred, charred-like black corpse on the ground, his dead child.

He struggled to carry his back, and his rickety body could not hold the corpse, and he kept falling. Song Buning saw it in the back, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand to support it, and the uncle in the back came up and took it directly.

And then, before they knew it, and they didn't know when it started, they followed to clean up the corpses, and the unrecognizable, charred things.

All of them were silently doing what they were doing, only their hands were getting darker, their faces were getting darker, and their clothes were getting dirtier.

Song Buning suddenly caught a glimpse of a charred corpse with an unrecognizable face that looked like a bowed corpse.

The skeleton looked like the corpse of an adult, black and slightly obscured by a collapsed and burning slab room emitting black smoke, and it was impossible to find a corpse there without looking closely.

She noticed it because the corpse's posture made her feel a little weird, like she was protecting something underneath her. The corpses were almost always straight, and they were only muddled up because they were wrapped in something.

The people around were numb and busy cleaning up the bodies of their loved ones, friends or strangers, and no one would notice the collapsed prefabricated house.

Song Buning approached the charred corpse step by step, and suddenly became a little nervous.

Removing the iron plate and other objects on it, I saw that the corpse that was burning and couldn't tell what it was, half of the limbs were slightly propped up, and the other half was tightly pressed to the ground.

Song Buning approached and looked down, there seemed to be something under the corpse? She seemed to be trying her best to burn the other half of her body to a lesser extent, as if she was just trying to give herself the greatest protection for the things under her.

Song Buning stretched out his hand and gently pushed the corpse, but he couldn't push it? I gritted my teeth hard, but I still didn't move. Suddenly, I saw a black mass of stuff below, and when I stretched out my finger and touched it, black ashes fell in a row.

Revealing the burnt cotton, a few traces of water vapor were raised, and it was still a little wet when touched, Song Buning was a little confused, and became more and more eager to know what was below.

The uncle who was not far away and Bai Bai saw Song Buning's movements and wanted to push the black corpse, so they stepped forward to help.

The black corpse was finally lifted, revealing a half-black, half-yellow charred quilt underneath.

Song Buning squatted down and stretched out his fingers to open the still wet quilt, as if he had guessed what was in it. Her fingers began to tremble, and the quilt was a little tight, and she shook her hands for a while before opening them.

An intact, small, gray-skinned baby was exposed.

Song Buning put her fingers under the small nose, and the cold touch made her tremble, but she still refused to move her fingers.

It was as if a long time had passed, and there was no breath or a trace of breath flowing......

Song Buning's heart beat sluggishly, and she quickly touched the baby's side again, the coolness seemed to seep into her heart, and there was no pulse......

Although she didn't want to admit it, the child was indeed dead, and this little, small life did not survive under the sky that her mother held up for him with her life......

Song Buning looked at the black corpse blankly, she had been dead for a long time, she opened half of her clothes to reveal the ** on one side, obviously wanting to feed her child for the last time.

Thinking of how she clung to the ground, with all her might. But she didn't expect that because she was too hard and wanted the child to survive, the quilt was wrapped too tightly, and the child didn't wait for being discovered, and he was already not breathing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry ......"

Song Buning didn't know when she had knelt on the ground, she looked at the two corpses, one big and one small, she hated that she found it too slowly, if she could have done it earlier, earlier......

She didn't know why her heart, which she had always thought was hard, seemed to collapse for no reason, and her eyes, which had been dry, seemed to be gushing with warm liquid.

The corners of the uncle's eyes were moist, looking at the mother and son, he thought of his mother-in-law, his parents, his daughter, this sudden catastrophe was like a giant hand holding his heart, making him panic and anxious, and he couldn't breathe.

Xiao An'an was a little stunned, in fact, he had been well protected since the end of the world, and he was simple-minded, he just thought that this world had become a world like Aman that needed to fight monsters.

He had not yet experienced the passing of life so intuitively, understood the meaning of death so truly, felt the silent sadness of everyone so closely, he did not understand this, he just felt very sad in his heart, and he wanted to shed tears.

Watching this scene during the day, it was silent, very silent, and no one felt more lost and guilty than he did now.

Most of the people living in the tents on the periphery are ordinary people, although the base has long known about the meteorite rain that will occur this time, and some people have suggested squeezing out some houses for these ordinary people to live in.

But where are those who are not comfortable and spacious enough to live in the first place, and who feel that they are superior? Only one dispensable notice was issued, and measures that could not be done were made.

He belonged to the privileged "nobles" who lived here, and he lived in a large three-room house, and looking at these sufferers, he was not at all qualified to beak in privileges.

The contradictions have always been there, but the shackles and confinements are unbreakable.

There were already a lot of people around, and people looked at the mother and son, secretly touched the tears from the corners of their eyes, and silently silenced and mourned.

Someone had already brought a piece of distorted iron sheet that was half rusted and half blackened from nowhere.

Uncle and Bai Bai had already moved the black body of the mother to it. Song Buning carefully placed the small lump next to the female corpse, surrounded it with the quilt with only scorched cotton and pieces of cloth, and tore off a piece of his sleeve to cover the little face.

Then a small team of people silently carried the two corpses, one large and one small, to the place where the corpses were disposed of at the base.

There wasn't that much land at the base to bury that many corpses, and all the corpses were burned in a furnace and then pulled outside by a car, which is how many infected people were disposed of.

Looking at the small mass that was sent into the corpse furnace, submerged in the many charred corpses, many other people who sent the corpses around them, their expressions were either grief, numbness or confusion, and the crowd was mixed with low whimpering.

Song Buning actually gave birth to a kind of hatred, hating his own inaction, and there was nowhere to vent this hatred. She thought of the panic, shock and confusion she felt when she faced nature and disaster last night.

Close her eyes fiercely, the huge waves in her heart are surging, to live, she must become stronger!